“Lots of things would shatter my world, but “that’s” not one of them…”
I said this last year on two different occasions about the same thing.
I was referring to someone’s young, single daughter getting pregnant.
Last month our baby, Emma, told us she was pregnant. Emma’s actually not a baby. She’ll be 24 this year.
Emma’s not married. Now, when I said the silly thing about this not being my issue, Emma was engaged to a young man who had been in our family for 5 years. The Husband and I loved him like he was our own kid. So if Emma had gotten pregnant before they got married…well, moral issues aside, we would have very quickly been thrilled. Why? Because her life was on a certain course and a baby would have been in their future anyway.
But Emma ended her engagement and started dating someone on and off that we didn’t know very well. (Actually, not at all)
And at the time she got pregnant they were “broken up”. So this news felt like I’d imagine getting hit by a tractor trailer would feel. I’m not trying to be negative but the truth is, her life from all the information we had, was on one course when actually … she was going in a very different direction.
I won’t go into any more details but after many tears, lots of talking and many sleepless nights, we’re so very thankful that we’ll have another grandchild in October~
I’m sharing this for two reasons…
First, When I write from my heart I find it difficult not to be honest. I’m drawn to and inspired by flawed people living with purpose in the middle of their not-so-perfect lives. My prayer every single day is that someone may come here and find a bit of inspiration or even hope from my not-so-perfect life.
Second, so many of my precious online friends have reached out to me over the past few weeks, knowing something was wrong in my world but not knowing exactly what. I’m so humbled by the love and encouraging words and prayers.
But I share this with fear and trembling…
Some of you reading this have strong beliefs about sex before marriage. Some of you have tiny tots running around and you are raising them with a strong set of morals. One of them being: no sex before marriage.
I understand completely. Because that’s what we did.
Please, not for my sake, but for yours…don’t judge. Take it from me…judging someone never ends well.
Others of you don’t have these convictions and may be thinking I need to just get over myself. (You’re probably right about that by the way) It’s Emma’s life. It’s Emma’s choice. Just support her.
I understand this too. And after a few rocky weeks, that’s just what I’m doing.
No matter where you’re coming from, can I just say thank you for your sweet support these past several weeks. I want to find a way to tell you how I’m encouraged and given hope by your words…but I keep coming up short.
Love from the bottom of my tiny heart. And hugs. I’m a hugger…so hugs.
Going forward there are many, many decisions that Emma has to make so a prayer here and there for her (and our new baby) would be so tenderly appreciated.
I’m going to leave you with a song that my most precious blog-friend Sara (Gitzen Girl) sent me when I sent out an SOS asking her and a few others to pray. I’ve listened to this song every day since. It’s become a bit of a lifeline.